I want love like the earth below me.
For the sky cannot compare
to the solid and faithful earth
a warm and welcome snare.
For she holds fast my feet
keeps them grounded on her chest,
and when this life has left me
she holds me in her rest.
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Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
